I've been living in New York City for nearly 9 years now, and have done more crazy, fun, beautiful, dangerous, and downright silly things than I can remember, and I am just now starting a blog.
Maybe it's just me finally realizing, at 26, some of what I see and do should be remembered for posterity, even if the eyes of the world largely ignore what I write. I will write for me, and of course, the poor sap who has to listen to my stories and needs proof that they are not embellished.
Indeed.
Let's see how often I can keep this up. Life come first, blogging comes second.
